Plainfield High School - Milestone Yearbook (Plainfield, NJ)

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— nn es WairwORACEE: 2 — | “I am Sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark.” Wear Bonk of the Class uf 1913 BOARD OF EDITORS TONNES DENNISON VAL GOLDSMITH, Esty FOSTER, ARTHUR STOUT ASSOCIATE EDITORS Neva WALDORF, ANNETTE MCGINLEY. Entered as Second-class Matter November 17, 1904, at the Post Office at Plainfield, N. J., under the Act of Congress of March 3, 1879. Published on the first Wednesday of every month during the school year, by the students of the Plainfield, N. J., High School. Printed by the Central Publishing Company, 130-132 Central Avenue, Plainfield, N. J. 25 CENTS THIS Copy. 90 CENTS THE YEAR. WAGE, DIE JUNE, 1913. No. 9. When the Class of Ninteen Thirteen entered into the work at P. H. S., it was welcomed by a new head. Mr. Best began with us a greater task. THis pleasing kindness and interesting efforts he employed to kindle our wandering brains and to show us the proper methods, won for him a swift warm corner in our hearts. Perhaps we little realized what Mr. Best has done for us. Some of us will go to college, some to business, yet all of us will be out in a new and larger world. When things go wrong we may look in vain for an- other Mr. Best. He will still be working for a larger P. H. S., and with the larger P. H. S. Mr. Best will gain just rewards. We all wish that our four years had proved as successful as Mr. Best’s four terms with us in High School. We, the Class of 1913, wish him many more triumphs, and leave with all the thought that Mr. Best was Nineteen Thirteen’s best friend. May all profit by his good in- fluence.

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LINDSEY BEST Principal of the Plainfield High School

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4 THE PORACEE fiom J Earued the Money (As told by Mary Ellen, Winner of the Babcock Prize) You see, it was this way. Timmy Sullivan lost his leg and his job, and he couldn’t get a leg without a job, and he surely couldn't get a job without his leg. Bad Timmy, he ran in front of a street car once too often, and he was down and out. I despised him, for he used to yell at me, “Ribbons an’ lace, ribbons and lace, Turned up nose an’ freckled face.” It was hard for me to be sorry for Timmy. Mrs. Sullivan called to me one morning and said: “‘Ain’t you ever comin’ in to see Tim and chirk him up a bit, Mary Ellen?” I had never thought of such a thing, but I followed her into his room. I was so surprised, I couldn’t say a word. He didn’t look much like Timmy. I had never seen him when his face was perfectly clean. Mrs. Sullivan talked a steady stream. ‘Now, Mary Ellen, don’t you go makin’ Timmy feel sorry fer hisself, cause I tell ‘im ther ain’t no use o’ worryin’, he might just as well look on the shiny side. He wants one o’ them bought legs, but I don’t see how he’s goin’ to git one. Providence took his leg off an’ if He wants him to have another, He'll git it for ’im, accordin’ to my way o’ thinkin’. ” I didn’t think that way; neither did Timmy. The Lord has giv- en him two perfectly good legs and He wouldn't hand out another when Timmy had been careless and lost one, Mrs. Sullivan went out and Timmy began to talk. His face was so wistful and eager that I could hardly look at him. “T can never lick any of the fellers agin, Mary Ellen,” he said, “an’ I can’t never walk nor do nothin’ without my leg, an’ I can’t git another with only one to git it with. Ma, she jest looks on the shiny side, an’ there ain’t nothin’ shinin’ when yer only got one leg.” Then he cried, and a lump came in my throat, and before I could stop them, the words popped right out of my mouth, “I'll get you a leg, Timmy.” He looked at me through his tears and said, “Oh gwan! yer Call tedonite.